Beautiful days and beautiful nights
The photo shows the Lebanese marble mosaic in the middle of our patio.
Here it’s shining from the rain, but mostly it’s not very noticeable, particularly being under the table.
It’s a reminder of the twin faces of the 24-hour cycle.
There’s daytime, when the sun’s an infra-red lamp on the shoulders and tiles are too hot to walk on with bare feet.
Then there’s the warm night, silvery with moonlight, calling to some primitive spirit in you to run and run through the bushes and up the mountain.
Sometimes an owl calls, and sometimes, like last night, a nightjar’s churring drowns out the trilling of the crickets.